Sin and Atonement incessant go through the lifetime of mortals. Brought forth is sin full-grown; but Atonement sleeps in our bosoms Still as the cradled babe; and dreams of heaven and of angels, Cannot awake to sensation; is like

the tones in the harp's strings, Spirits imprisoned, that wait ever

more the deliverer's finger. Therefore, ye children beloved, descended the Prince of Atonement, Woke the slumberer from sleep, and she stands now with eyes all resplendent,

Bright as the vault of the sky, and battles with Sin and o'ercomes

her. Downward to earth he came and

transfigured, thence reascended, from the heart in like wise, for there he still lives in the Spirit, yes and atones evermore. So long

as Time is, is Atonement. Therefore with reverence receive this day her visible token. Tokens are dead if the things do not live. The light everlasting Unto the blind man is not, but is born

of the eye that has vision. Neither in bread nor in wine, but in

the heart that is hallowed Lieth forgiveness enshrined; the intention alone of amendment Fruits of the earth ennobles to heavenly things, and removes all

Sin and the guerdon of sin. Only Love with his arms wide extended, Penitence weeping and praying; the Will that is tried, and whose gold flows Purified forth from the flames; in a

word, mankind by Atonement Breaketh Atonement's bread, and

drinketh Atonement's wine-cup. But he who cometh up hither, unworthy, with hate in his bosom,

Scoffing at men and at God, is guilty of Christ's blessed body, And the Redeemer's blood! To himself he eateth and drinketh Death and doom! And from this, preserve us, thou heavenly Father! Are ye ready, ye children, to eat of the bread of Atonement ?” Thus with emotion he asked, and to

gether answered the children Yes! with deep sobs interrupted. Then read he the due supplications, Read the Form of Communion, and

in chimed the organ and anthem; O! Holy Lamb of God, who takest away our transgressions, Hear us! give us thy peace! have mercy, have mercy upon us! Th' old man, with trembling hand, and heavenly pearls on his eyelids,

Filled now the chalice and paten, and dealt round the mystical symbols. O! then seemed it to me, as if God, with the broad eye of mid-day, Clearer looked in at the windows, and

all the trees in the churchyard Bowed down their summits of green,

and the grass on the graves 'gan
to shiver.

But in the children, (I noted it well;
I knew it) there ran a
Tremor of holy rapture along through

their icy-cold members. Decked like an altar before them,

there stood the green earth, and above it

Heaven opened itself, as of old before Stephen they saw there Radiant in glory the Father, and on his right hand the Redeemer. Under them hear they the clang of harpstrings, and angels from gold clouds

Beckon to them like brothers, and fan

with their pinions of purple.

Closed was the Teacher's task, and

with heaven in their hearts and their faces,

Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea!

Four long years of mingled feeling,
Half in rest, and half in strife,
I have seen thy waters stealing
Onward, like the stream of life.

Thou hast taught me, Silent River!
Many a lesson, deep and long;
Thou hast been a generous giver;
I can give thee but a song.

Oft in sadness and in illness,

I have watched thy current glide, Till the beauty of its stillness

Overflowed me, like a tide.

And in better hours and brighter,
When I saw thy waters gleam,
I have felt my heart beat lighter,
And leap onward with thy stream.

Not for this alone I love thee,

Nor because thy waves of blue From celestial seas above thee

Take their own celestial hue.

Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee,

And thy waters disappear, Friends I love have dwelt beside thee, And have made thy margin dear.

More than this; — thy name reminds

me

Of three friends, all true and tried ; And that name, like magic, binds me Closer, closer to thy side.

Friends my soul with joy remembers! How like quivering flames they start,

When I fan the living embers

On the hearth-stone of my heart!

'T is for this, thou Silent River!

That my spirit leans to thee; Thou hast been a generous giver, Take this idle song from me.

BLIND BARTIMEUS.
BLIND Bartimeus at the gates
Of Jericho in darkness waits;
He hears the crowd; - he hears a
breath

Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth!"
And calls, in tones of agony,
Ἰησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με !

The thronging multitudes increase;
Blind Bartimeus, hold thy peace!
But still, above the noisy crowd,
The beggar's cry is shrill and loud;
Until they say, "He calleth thee!"
Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, φωνεῖ σε !

Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd, "What wilt thou at my hands?

And he replies, "O give me light!
Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight!”
And Jesus answers, "Yaуe
Ἡ πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε!

Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see,
In darkness and in misery,
Recall those mighty Voices Three,
Ἰησοῦ ἐλέησόν με!

Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ὕπαγε!
Ἡ πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε!

THE GOBLET OF LIFE. FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim,

I see its sparkling bubbles swim,
And chant a melancholy hymn

With solemn voice and slow.

No purple flowers, no garlands green,

Conceal the goblet's shade or sheen, Nor maddening draughts of Hippo

crene,

Like gleams of sunshine, flash be

tween

Thick leaves of mistletoe.